#I mean business lmao

[harmandmac]

My old ncis peeps… I HIGHLY recommend you to tune in ncis next monday. You all know I don’t say things lightly unless it’s something good.

[taffywabbit]

i have lots of flaws but i do at least take a fair amount of comfort knowing that, if i were a customer NPC in a fast food/retail management game, i would be one of the chill early-level ones that can wait a super long time before they start getting impatient, and you breathe a sigh of a relief when you see them show up in a harder level

[tourettesdog]

DPxDC Prompt:

Raven finds an odd old spellbook, the runes and symbols within somehow foreign even to her. She pours over the book, determined to crack it-- to at least try one of the spells.

Once it finally clicks, when the spell at last activates, she can't help but freeze in alarm at the pull of what is clearly a summoning.

[blackkatdraws2]

Wild stoic scary delinquent everyone finds scary paired with that popular lovely sweetheart that everyone loves.

Lesbians.

[cozylittleartblog]

small PSA: if you shop at craft shows or artist alleys, please bring more than apple pay or a virtual card - especially if you're not comfortable entering your card number manually. not all of us have fancy card readers, so please also bring your physical card or cash, even if it's only as backup 👍

[saeyoungchoismaid]

{9:30 am}

Finding Childe shirtless, clad in nothing but tight, black boxers and a purple apron, was the last thing you thought you’d find in your kitchen.

“Ajax?” you mumble, wiping the crusties from your eyes as you stare at him in confusion and disbelief.

He turns at the sound of your voice and immediately smiles over at you, his hands still placed behind him as he adjusts the tightness of his apron.

“Good mornin’, sleepin beauty! Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna put that cute ass of yours to work?” he greets with his usual smirk. Heat floods your cheeks as you tug your nightshirt down, the kitchen air suddenly feeling cold on your bare lower half.

“What are you doing here?” you mumble instead of answering him, watching him flit around the kitchen as he grabs things in preparation of breakfast.

Your question makes him pause though. He turns to half face you, his feet still planted to the ground. He tilts his head to the side like a dog who just heard a sound it’s human cannot hear. “Do you…not remember last night?” he asks hesitantly.

“Uh…no? Should I…?” you mumble, rubbing at your forehead before scratching at your scalp. Now that he mentions it, you got a bit of a headache going on. Your answer makes a cute pout come to his face before it’s instantly flickering to that smirk that you’ve come to love.

He struts over to you and you suddenly feel like prey underneath the eyes of a predator. He backs you right up into your counter and you jump a bit upon feeling it. Your teeth grab ahold of your bottom lip as he places his hands on the counter that’s on both sides of your hips. He puts his weight into his grip, his scarred arms flexing because of it. His face is so close to yours that you can smell the berries he was snagging for the pancakes he was planning on making. You gulp. He’s too close—way too close. You might short circuit at this point.

“Need a reminder?” he breathes, his warm breath hitting your cheek from how he’s tilted his head closer to yours. He brings his lips to your ear, gently brushing them there, before whispering, “Can you cuddle me?”

You wriggle around in someone’s hold, trying to break free. “Let go of me! I have to wait for Ajax!” you shout. The arms around you tighten to prevent you from falling from the princess hold they’ve got you captured in, but they stop moving forward at least.

“How come?” they ask, shifting your weight in their arms. Whoever this person is, they must be super strong. Then again, everyone kinda has to be in Teyvat.

“Cause I love him and he’s perfect and-“ you start to whine, ready to go on a whole tangent about this man. The person against you tenses and tightens their grip even further. This is what cuts you off as you whine in pain now. “Hey! That hurts! You better put me down or he’ll beat your ass!” you start to shout confidently.

Your eyes widen as you’re finally set down. You’re met with a heavy, blue gaze, hands clamped down onto your shoulders to keep you steady. “Oh yeah?” they taunt, stepping closer to you and completely disregarding the first part of your words, it seems. The way they said that…so sure and cocky and confident…it almost sounded like-

You gasp as you suddenly throw your arms around the person who is indeed no stranger at all. “Ajax! When did you get here? I missed you!” you scream, holding the last vowel for much longer than necessary.

You feel laughter rumble through his chest and into yours as he wraps his own arms back around you. “Around the time you were asking for your sixth set of shots,” he teases. You giggle like a schoolgirl as you now hang off of him to keep yourself upright.

“Why didn’t you say so?” you tease right back, putting your arms around his neck and starting to pull like you’re going to be able to lift yourself up into his arms. He lets out an amused snort as he just stands there watching you struggle for a moment. When you start pouting with your face just mere inches from his though, he feels something stirring in his chest and has to stamp it out fast.

He swiftly picks you up once more and you rest your heavy head onto his shoulder. The entire walk back to your place, you ramble and tell him about everything he’s missed out on since he’s been gone on whatever adventure was demanded of him.

“And then I went to the hilichurl camp and beat some serious ass and—oh! We’re here!” Your ranting finally comes to a close upon spotting your house. You don’t see it, due to you staring at your own house like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen it, but Childe smiles to himself. You’re just so cute.

He unlocks the door, carries you inside, helps you brush your teeth, once again carries you to your bed, and turns away once he’s picked out some jammies for you. After several minutes, you manage to get out of your clothes and into the shirt he picked out without toppling over. However, you didn’t have such luck with your pants.

You flop down face first into the bed, letting out a tired groan. Childe turns around and opens his mouth to ask if you want water when he sees your bare legs (and a hint of your underwear). He blushes nine different shades of red as he quickly looks away. Normally it’s not so easy to fluster him (you’ve tried), but to have developed feelings for such a cute person…he can’t help it sometimes.

He huffs a breath with a dumb smile on his face, shaking his head and ruffling his hair. You’re going to be the death of him. “C’mon. Lay in bed properly or you’ll get cold,” he chastises, fixing your form to put you under the warm covers.

Upon putting you vertical on the bed, you throw your limbs around him to trap him. “Can you cuddle me?” you mumble sleepily, your eyes barely open. He bites his lip, his inner demons fighting in a full on war.

“I dunno if that’s-“ he starts to deny.

“Please!” you beg, tightening your grip on him. This only causes him to turn a tenth shade of red now.

“Okay, alright. Ease up on the killer grip. Just…let me get ready for bed…” he responds, giving into his desires. It was all worth it though because you now smile and cheer, messily clapping your hands while you giggle.

He removes his jacket and pants, undoing a few of his buttons. He then thinks it over and removes it completely. After getting down to just his black boxers, he turns to face the bed now. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears as he watches you. You're singing a song he’s unfamiliar with while playing with your fingers. He’s honestly surprised you’re not passed out yet.

He gulps. He’s gone to war and fought monsters beyond your imagination and risked his life and almost died several times and yet…he’s more scared in this moment than he had ever been in any of those instances. He’s loved you for so long and to hear that you might return those feelings has him…mortified. Love wasn’t ever part of the plan. He can’t afford to love and be loved. He can’t-

“Ajax,” you whine, elongating his name. You pout up at him and make grabby hands, signaling for him to get in and to come here.

He takes a deep breath and slowly crawls under the covers, letting the blankets settle on top of him as he rests his head on the other pillow. He doesn’t touch you though. God, you’re already so close. He might actually lose his mind.

“C’mere…” you mumble, grabbing ahold of him and wriggling yourself towards him despite the command for him to move. Once you’re satisfied with the distance (which is basically nose to nose), you toss a leg over his hip. His whole body is tense and is it hot in here? He feels like he’s on fire. His hands shake as he wraps an arm around your waist, laying his palm flat on your back.

You happily hum and return the favor, pressing your face into his bare chest. “I love you…” you whisper after getting comfortable. If he couldn’t hear his heartbeat before, it’s practically deafening now. He closes his eyes and squeezes them shut tight, trying to wake himself up from this dream he’s clearly having.

After several seconds of his body still being pressed against yours, feeling your heat, smelling your scent, he feel like he can’t breathe. This is real.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know…” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

It took him several hours to fall asleep, but he somehow managed to calm down enough to fall asleep in the place he’s only ever dreamed of being.

You stare agape at him, trying to process all of this. He can tell you’re flustered by the time it fully registers since you now won’t make eye contact with him and you’re getting fidgety.

“That’s not—I didn’t—I’m not—“ you try to find the right words, to explain, but your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. What do you say to that?

He chuckles as he brings one of his hands up, his knuckles gently brushing against your cheek. “Hey,” he calls, grabbing your attention and making you focus on him again. “It’s alright,” he reassures, giving you a genuine smile. "It's okay if you didn't mean it...that being said..."

He trails off, leaning his head forward and bumping his forehead against yours. “I love you…” he whispers, confessing it into the light of day with you 100% sober this time. You choke on air, suddenly unable to breathe. So it wasn’t a dream. You thought your bed smelled like him, because he slept in it. You thought you saw clothes that weren’t yours, because they are his.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to wake yourself from this dream. You even go as far as to pinch yourself. After several moments of still feeling his heat, smelling the berries on his breath, and his hair tickling your skin, you know this is real.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” you whisper back, remembering what he said last night in response to your confession.

The words barely leave your mouth before he’s surging forward and connecting your lips in a kiss. You can taste the berries on his tongue now, the pink muscle sliding across practically every inch of your mouth.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands that were previously cupping your jaw and gripping the counter move to your hips. From there, they travel down to your legs, feeling your thighs under his fingers. After this, he slips his hands under your shirt and places his hands back onto your hips. His thumbs brush back and forth across your hips, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

It didn’t take him long to place you onto the countertop. It also didn’t take him long to start a full on make out session with you.

Let’s just say you two didn’t remember about the pancakes until much later.

[stealingpotatoes]

I feel like sw as a whole puts a decent amount of effort into making sure charecters are out of the picture for major events (Ahsoka being presumed dead during tot, Ezra vanishing into wild space, all of rouge one, etc) it mostly happens with force users for obous reasons but...

Idk I feel like they don't nessacarally need to do that? Like there's an easy answer to "if x was alive why didn't they show up during y event" and it's "they were busy" they don't need to be dead or presumed dead to be otherwise preoccupied. We didn't even see all that much of the rebelion in tot (at least as far as named characters go) and there was other stuff to do even with the death star.

"Where were all thease people during tot why didn't they help?"

Maybe they were doing other stuff off screen, or running other mishions? I really don't get why this question is such a big deal?

this is a lowkey insane take i love it, like "why weren't you helping destroy the planet-killer?" "oh you know, my hamster needed a haircut"

[neosatsuma]

Stephen, kicking the door down: "WAIT you've been PROMOTED OMG CONGRATULATIONS!!!"

Jack: "yes sort of :) ! but girl we talked about this like an hour ago"

Stephen: "I didn't understand ❤"

[hawkfrostandmudclaw]

[rearviewghost]

one thing that really fascinates me about alex is his devotion to art – and more specifically, how he chooses to get some inspiration from scientific works of what he aims to implement in his art. every time one gets to examine some of his lyrics, or even how he explains these lyrics in an interview, they can be greeted by some bits of actual scientific information. an example is how he named his taquería on the moon with the term “information-action ratio”, coined by the critic neil postman, and referenced it in the song four out of five, something that might also indicate an interesting articulation with postman's concept. the line “cute new places keep on popping up”, for example, can express his well-known sardonic discontent regarding the flood of information being generated and transmitted over and over and, as much as it seems visually appealing and does give the idea of benefiting from advanced technologies, it doesn't really add anything substantial to the receiver's critical thinking – and worse, it distances the information receiver from the sender in a communication channel, according to postman.

what i'm saying with this interpretation is, it's known that alex is enamoured with the idea of gathering a bunch of references and condensing them into a mixture of metaphors in his writing, but it's so thrilling how, at times, we can find some bits of science inside of it – and it's even more exciting, just like playing a puzzle game, to find these references and analyse them by doing a similar research to what he did to create his works.

[starry-bi-sky]

How i envisioned Danny's ghost form/Phantom in my Danyal Al Ghul au (images at bottom of post). His ghost form has some pr heavy influence from the League, because I thought it'd be neat + to kinda show how even after four years, the League still had some kind of impact on who is he as a person. Plus some milder Robin influence in his boots and the cape (which i meant to be split down the middle to have some kind of 'bird wing' silhouette) as a way to indicate his lingering desire to meet his dad.

The pauldron lookin-thing on his upper chest is based off certain Danny Phantom designs I see that give him that white,,, marking,,, thing. I've been calling it the Jedi Chestplate because it reminds me of the clone wars Jedi armor. So like, slight homage to his hazmat suit.

(not pictured: his thermos and his sword)

behold! the judgmental lil shit (affectionate) himself

[kinaesthetiqueer]

it feels better biting down.

ah. seems like you're interrupting... something. maybe just close the door and back away slowly? at the very least, nora seems fine.

still frames, ID, and notes under the cut!

[video ID: a three second looping video depicting Weiss biting Nora's neck. Nora, a pale young woman with neck-length spiky orange hair and freckles, has her back to the viewer, pressed up against a wooden crate. she twists her neck to look over her shoulder, one teal-blue eye is visible, as well as a light blush on her face. she wears a black vest with her hammer emblem in blue on the back, her metal neck brace, and a white muscle shirt. these have been partially undone and pushed to her right shoulder to bare her neck. Weiss, a paler, blushing young woman with bright blue eyes, and white bangs and a long ponytail, clings to Nora. She buries her right hand in Nora's hair, tugging her head at its awkward angle. With her left hand, she pushes Nora's clothes away from her neck. Weiss has her upper fangs in Nora's neck, the wounds from which have soaked her skin and clothes in blood. Weiss' body from the neck down is almost completely hidden behind Nora, with only one red earring and the red inner collar of her bolero jacket visible. Both Nora and Weiss' gazes are locked on the viewer; their expressions are shy and irritated respectively. a dark filter with a stripe of light on them suggests a door has been opened to reveal them. while the image is mostly fixed/static, two elements are animated: 1) various sparks of pink lightning dance around Nora and 2) Weiss' eyes glow and fade from her natural blue eyes to a bright, almost white color. end ID]

🧡💙

some still frames

pose referenced

as always, when i draw something and post it this far ahead (this is volume 2), i'm always going to leave out some spoilers. consider this a heavily idealized/romanticized memory of a series canon scene. one guess for whose memory it is. when we get to this point in v2, i will happily reveal the spot the difference answers between this and the written scene. maybe i'll comm someone to draw an accurate redo of it...

anyways! i'm very happy with this piece :3 it revived all my ssvau brainworms that had taken a hit because of Life and also reset my 'if i don't get to this scene chronologically i will perish' goalpost as well! because the first bite was a major milestone. this is the next milestone. and i, for one, cannot wait! ヾ(•ω•`)o

her pulse in my throat will be back next wednesday!

[blujayonthewing]

[svtskneecaps]

ngl if streams get dry i think qsmpblr should create some initiative where we day by day watch the series over again in order. give it some fuckin stupid ass tag name like "qsmp reverse redux" for proper filtering and tag it all as vodblogging and set ourselves loose on bits of the series that some people may never have had a chance to watch because this series moves SO. GODDAMN FAST. and there's barely ever time for vodwatching.

pick your pov or watch multiple who cares but it has to be in our pocket dimension reverse time day. a qsmp electric boogaloo. idc if we have to make a fucking discord server to keep track of what day we're on or to maybe even coordinate those "watch2gether" youtube tool groups or whatever it was so those who feel inclined to twitch chat can still feel the feeling of being in a live chat except the streamers can't hear you.

i just think it would be fun. and i like liveblogging with y'all. and not everybody was around from day 1, so we can try to give them that. unfortunately we missed the exact one year so it'd be a bit messy but who the fuckkkkk cares :D

[statementlou]

Why are people so afraid of the possibility that Louis is bisexual? Do they hate women that bad? Are they afraid that there are women who are sexually attracted to Louis? And that they dont see Louis as a brother? That Louis William Tomlinson fucks???

I mean speaking for myself I'm not afraid of shit but I've been paying absurdly close attention to Louis for a very long time now and I believe he's gay, it's not that fucking deep. Some people are gay. If you don't, cool, do you, but it seems to me like the people who really want to think he's bi are not talking much at all about what they actually see in Louis and instead quite a lot about what they WANT to see in Louis for their own reasons, as your weird message mushing together the topics of who is attracted to him with who he is attracted to perfectly illustrates. Women being sexually attracted to Louis has ZERO bearing on who he is or who he is attracted to, and thinking he's gay is not the same thing as thinking of him as a brother or that he doesn't fuck; it's okay to be attracted to people who aren't attracted to you and never will be, and it's literally the ONLY option with celebrities, regardless of their sexuality. We all know he isn't (No Control anyone?) but it would also be okay to have the hots for Louis if he was ace! IT DOESN'T MATTER

[sparring-spirals]

my dash: Bell's Hells are doing doppelganger trust exercises in the feywild for bonding purposes

me: oh???? :) my fools?

my dash: half of them wanted to use detect thoughts to get through it. they werent allowed to. but they were absolutely planning to do it.

me, with great affection: oh, my fools :') of course

my dash: They Handled This Less Than Optimally and were accusing each other suspiciously and randomly and using all kinds of strange tactics

me: my fools :'DDDDD of COURSE they did-

my dash: Even in an ACTIVE TRUST BUILDING EXERCISE with live doppelgangers, they were still grappling with their chronic Fuck With Each Other impulses

me with all the affection in the world: u fucking <3 bet <3 they would <3 maladjusted trainwrecks <3333333